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- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2008-04-15). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 57 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: Whence
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyricist: Julian Sturgis
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Tenor solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1907
Description: English Lyrics Set 8 No. 1.
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Original text and translations
English text
Will he come to us out of the west
With hair all blowing free?
Will he come, the last and best,
Over the flowing sea,
Prophet of days to be?
Aye, he will come; the unseen choir
Attend his steps with song,
And on his breast a deep toned lyre,
And on his lips a word like fire
To burn the ancient wrong.
Bay crowned and goodlier than a king;
With voice both strong and sweet
The song of freedom will he sing
And I from out of the crowd shall fling
My rose-wreath at his feet.